Location: “...something about words...they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move they pierce your skin, enter your blood...Inside you they work their magic." -Setterfield

Now that.. *glances slyly towards that last thought.. hoping no straw is in sight*.. is just plain mean! Ok.. a sip! The power of shadow this evening has left this poor creature left to only that which surrounds and is within reach.